Sheppard On Top Chapter 36, a stargate: atlantis fanfic

Disclaimer: All characters of StarGate and StarGate Atlantis belong to their respective writers and MGM. This is a work of fan fiction. I just want to play with them for awhile.

SOT Chapter 36

"Oh, there you are, Colonel." Elizabeth gave him a smile when he knocked on her office door. "I think I've got some news for you. I just spoke with Colonel Caldwell."

"And?" He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's about your wedding...Oh, excuse me, John." She tapped the piece at her ear. "Yes?" She listened for a minute and tried not to grin. "Teyla that sounds like a great idea." She glanced at John. "I'm with Colonel Sheppard right now but I will radio you as soon as I'm through and we can go over the details."

When she was finished, she turned and looked at him. "I'm sorry, John but Lieutenant Martin is no longer assigned to the Daedalus..."

"Shit..."

He started to grumble and she raised a hand to stop him. "Wait a minute, Colonel. I'm not finished. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. "But I also spoke with a very nice Major Castle and he informed me that he would be very happy to perform the ceremony-"

"Castle?" John's eyes narrowed slightly. "Major David Castle?"

Elizabeth looked at the notepad on her desk. "That's his name." She cocked her head slightly. "Do you know him?"

"I knew a David Castle when I was in Afghanistan but that was years ago." John shrugged. "But he was a medic." He shook his head. "Could be him. Won't know until I meet him."

"Well, he'll be here sometime tomorrow afternoon." Elizabeth smiled. "He said something about meeting the 'happy couple' before the ceremony."

"Oh, great." John rolled his eyes.

Elizabeth laughed at his expression and shook her head. "Don't look so overjoyed, Colonel."

"I'm just thrilled." John replied dryly and turned to head out the door. "If that was all-"

"Wait a minute, John." Elizabeth said. She looked over his shoulder and saw Carson and Ronan loitering around in the control room. Carson was looking at her and Ronan looked like he was talking to someone on the radio and then he turned and gave her a mischievous grin.

John saw them and then he turned and looked at her. "What are they up to?"

Carson heard and came toward them. He was grinning from ear to ear and Ronan was smirking.

John sighed. "Look guys...I know what you want and NO."

"No what?" Carson laughed. "We haven't even said anything."

"You don't have to." John scowled.

"Oh, come on. It's tradition, Colonel." Carson gave Ronan a wink. "Its your last night as a free man."

"And you think I'd rather spend it with you guys?" John shook his head.

"Yeah, Doc." Ronan nudged Carson in the arm and winked at Elizabeth. "With his woman...he can't rein it in for a few hours just to spend time with his best buddies."

Elizabeth went red and she quickly looked back down at her hands. Carson noticed and laughed. "C'mon, lads. I think we can continue this conversation somewhere else."

Elizabeth gave him a grateful nod and beat a hasty retreat back into her office, not letting out a sigh of relief until they walked down the stairs and disappeared. Grinning, she tapped the radio at her ear.

It was time to get the plan into action.

Everything was in place. As soon as he had disappeared down the hallway, she'd been out the door and on the radio with Ronan as she hurried to her quarters to get part of her 'special surprise'. Ronan had sounded more than willing to help her out and agreed to keep Sheppard busy long enough for her to get ready. Next, she'd talked to Teyla explaining what she'd like to do. Teyla had actually laughed and agreed to get Elizabeth in on the project as soon as she was finished talking with John. Next, it was Evan Lorne and though he'd been a bit reluctant, she'd finally talked him into going along with the plan.

It didn't take her very long to set up her surprise then get to the mess hall to pick them up some dinner. After she straightened up and stored away the blankets and pillows from the balcony she had just enough time to shower and change into something more...comfortable.

Now that she had everything ready, all she had to do was take care of Sheppard. Slipping into her robe, she shut the door to the bedroom and went into their living area. Ronan radioed her to let her know that Sheppard was on his way back and she was just setting out the last dish when the door to their quarters opened.

"Susan?" John grinned wickedly and leaned back against the door when it closed behind him. "What's this?"

"The last time I checked, I think it was called dinner. I told you that I was going to get it while you were gone." She looked up at him and smiled back. Lighting the last candle, she pulled out a chair and motioned for him to sit down. She set the photo album on the table and rested her hand on top of it. "Do you want to talk about my brother now?"

"With you looking like that?" He smiled slyly and nodded toward the book shelf. "Put it away Suzie Q. We'll worry about him after the wedding."

"I thought you were so anxious to know about him." Her lips quirked slightly as she got up to put the album away, making sure that she reached up high enough so that he got a good look at her legs.

"Little tease. You know I do but you're just trying to distract me." He moved up behind her but didn't touch her. He just wanted her to feel his heat.

"Is it working?" She looked over her shoulder at him.

"You're going to kill me before my last meal, aren't you?" He leaned toward her when she turned around. He breathed in her warm, rich, earthy scent and felt his dick harden. "Carson did remind me that this is my last night as a free man."

He moved closer and stared down at her, his eyes dark and full of passion. He pulled back the collar of her robe and ran his tongue over the smooth skin of her throat. "The hell with dinner, Suzie Q. I'll just eat you."

"Naughty boy." She pressed her hands against his chest and pushed him back. He reached for her and she took his hands and tugged him back toward the table. She dropped down into a chair, pulling him down next to her. Pouring him a glass of wine, she handed it to him then leaned back and rested her feet in his lap.

He took a sip of the wine and set his glass down on the table. Lightly, he ran his hands over her ankles before he started to massage her feet.

"What did Elizabeth want?"

"Our preacher is going to be here tomorrow afternoon so by this time tomorrow night, I am going to have Mrs. Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard in my bed." He sighed and shook his head. "Ronan and Carson talked me into letting them give me a 'bachelor party' too."

Susan just smiled. "Sounds like fun. Don't you want to do it?" She sighed and leaned back. His hands felt so good.

He rolled his eyes. "I have a feeling that is going to be a disaster."

"Why?" She snickered. "Couldn't get a stripper?"

His hands moved higher, massaging over the backs of her legs. "Want to do the job?"

"Sorry, babe." She set her wine glass on he table, letting her knees fall open when his hands began to stroke over the tops of her thighs. "I only do a show for one man."

"You didn't tell me you were dancing for Rodney."

He laughed and leaned back when she tried to smack him. Grabbing her hand, he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and pulled her toward him. "And what the hell are you wearing this for?" His fingers tugged at the belt of the short terry cloth robe she was wearing, trying to pull it open.

"Hands off until you finish your dinner, Sheppard." She smacked at his hands and eased away from him.

"What if what I want isn't on the menu?" He reached for her again.

"Sorry, sweetheart." Laughing, she slid her chair back and stood up. "This isn't Burger King and you can't have it your way."

"Maybe I'll just decide to take it." He grabbed for the hem of the robe as she walked by but she quickly danced out of his reach.

"Then come and get it."

She gave him a wicked grin and a saucy little wiggle of her ass that had him practically jumping out of his chair. In less than three steps he had her trapped in the confines of his arms. He leaned close and buried his face in her hair, groaning softly when she tugged at the snap of his pants.

"Dance with me." She wrapped her arms around his waist and nipped him gently on the throat.

"I don't dance." He growled. "Unless you're talking a little mattress dancing."

"Then let me dance for you then." She murmured against his throat. Dinner forgotten, she ran her hands over his strong arms. "Since you think your bachelor party is going to be a disaster...I'll give you a show for free."

"Naked?" He leered at her.

"Eventually." She rubbed her hands over his shirt, tugging the buttons open so that she could scratch her fingers over his chest. "Let me give you a lap dance that you won't be able to forget." She pulled at the hairs on his chest with her teeth, running her tongue over his skin. She looked up at him and he saw the heat in her eyes. "John, will you promise me something?"

"Depends on what it is." He ran his fingers through her hair, playfully tugging on her curls before he pulled her head back and pressed his mouth over hers in a deep, wet kiss before he let her go.

"Nothing much." She rained light kisses all over his chest and shoulders, her hands seemed to be everywhere and he drew in a breath. "On our wedding night...will you let me do whatever I want to you?" She slid her tongue over the edge of his jaw, nibbling and sucking at him. She was teasing him and he was loving it. "Please, honey? Its our special night...I just want to make you happy...show you how much I love you."

"What have you got planned?" He stroked her breast through the soft cloth, she was so warm and lush and he wanted her now.

"If I told you that then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" She laughed softly and kissed him. "Please, baby...say yes."

She kept rubbing against him until finally he agreed. "But just tomorrow night...and maybe your birthday if you really please me."

"Oh, I'm going to please you, Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard. " She ran her hands over his belly, tucking her fingers into the waist band of his pants. "I'm going to make you so happy that you'll just keep coming and coming and coming back for more."

"Is it gonna be finger licking good?" He stroked his hands over her waist.

"Mmm...." She brushed her breasts against his chest. "You'll be purring like a big 'ol tom cat with a bowl of cream."

She unsnapped his pants and slipping her fingers in, gripped the waist band of his boxer's and started to lead him into their bedroom. He stopped and his eyes widened when he saw what she had waiting for him. "What the hell is that?"

"Just a chair. I've had it stored away for awhile." She moved away from him and lightly ran her hand over the smooth black vinyl. "You've got your surprises. I've got mine and since we decided to push up the date..." She gave him a little wink. "Just think of it as an early wedding gift."

"What are we supposed to do with it?" He tugged off his shirt and tossed it across the bed. His boots and socks were next. He was reaching for the zipper on his pants when she came to him. She rubbed against him, sliding down his length until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him.

"We're going to have a lot of fun." Her breath was warm on his belly when she rested her hands on his thighs. She slid her tongue over his belly button and then down the light trail of hairs that disappeared under the waist band of his boxers. "Lots and lots of fun." She tugged down the zipper and traced a finger over the outline of his cock. Nuzzling her nose into his crotch, she nipped at him lightly.

"Son of a bitch." He moaned and slid his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head as she took hold of his pants and pulled them and his boxers down over his hips.

Lightly, she ran her hands over his hips and thighs, caressing him. She teased him with her lips, edging close and then pulling back until he thought he was going to scream. Just when he was ready to grab her head and force himself between her lips, she pulled back and slowly got to her feet.

"Keep it together, Sheppard." She smiled and took his hand. "Let's make this last." Carefully, she turned him and eased him back down on the smooth surface of the chair, laughing at the way he jumped when his skin touched the smooth, cool surface.

"Don't worry." She leaned over him and kissed him softly. Moving back, she brushed her lips over his skin as she eased his clothes off his legs. "You'll warm up fast enough."

Moving away from him, she went to the dresser. He watched her as she picked up a CD, put it in the player and pressed the button. He almost laughed when the song 'Red Light Special' by TLC, started to play. But then she turned around and undid the belt of the short robe and it fell open to reveal the pale purple baby doll nightgown underneath.

"Do you like it?" She ran her fingers between her breasts, tracing over the front buckle and teasing down over her belly. Shrugging out of the robe she dropped it on the floor and danced her way toward him. "I was thinking of you when I bought it."

All he could do was nod his head. His fingers dug into the smooth vinyl and his breath caught in his throat as he watched her. Holy shit! She looked like something straight out of a Playboy fantasy. The muscles in his thighs clenched when she swiveled her hips and he caught a glimpse of the matching panties she was wearing underneath.

The panties were crotchless and he saw a quick flash of the smooth skin between her thighs before she danced out of his reach. Something sparkled in the light and he realized that she was wearing the clit clip and the nipple rings. His breath was coming faster now and his dick was so hard it was almost painful. He was starting to sweat now and every tilt of her hips and sway of her perfect ass made his heart race.

He bit his lip. She was dancing closer now, rubbing her hands over her body, gliding her fingers smoothly over her belly. She brushed her hands over her hips and down the length of her thighs, teasing him. The heat in her gaze when she reached up and rubbed her hands over her full breasts, turned up the fire in his blood.

Knowing that it was driving him crazy, she kept her eyes on his as she danced back and forth out of his reach. With the rings, her nipples were rigid and stuck out like hard points against the purple cloth and he watched, completely mesmerized and totally turned on. His breath caught in his throat when she brought a hand up and sucked on a fingertip before she trailed it down the column of her throat and between her breasts until she was circling a hard nub.

He shivered and nearly went after her when she started a sultry bump and grind that had his dick and balls screaming. She turned her back to him, then looked at him over her shoulder before she bent at the waist and gave him a quick, taunting view of her ass and then spreading her legs just enough so that he could see the dangling stones on the clip.

She danced closer as the song started to end and he reached up, intending to wrap his hands around her waist and pull her down on top of him. But she had other ideas. Lightly, she curled her fingers around his wrists and pushed his hands back down. Her hair brushed across his chest as she bent down and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Too late he realized that she was easing something around his wrists and cinching it tight.

"What?" Blinking, he tugged at the straps. "Suzie Q, what the shit-"

Breathless, she leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before she slid back and moved to kneel at his feet. Before he could stop her, she'd grabbed one of his ankles and quickly strapped it down before she did the same to the other.

He tugged at the restraints. "Woman, you'd better let me out of this."

"Sorry, Sheppard." She actually giggled when she stood up and moved away from him. Grabbing up his shirt from the bed, she stripped off the baby doll night gown and panties and pulled it on. She took her time buttoning up the shirt, teasing him by brushing her fingers over her nipples and pulling at the rings. "But I need you out of the way for awhile so that I can get my other surprise for you ready."

"God damn it! Let me up." He pulled, but the restraints were tight and he couldn't break them loose. He could feel the heat rising up in his face when she went to the dresser and bent over. She made a show of wiggling her ass at him before she pulled out an old pair of worn jeans and tugged them on. It got even worse when she sat down on the chair and pulled on her shoes. His eyes went wide. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Forgive me, baby. But you'll have to talk to the Minister by yourself." She came to him, wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to hers. She gave him a quick hard kiss and then let let him go, dancing back out of his reach when he tried to nip at her. Laughing, she picked up her pack from where it had been sitting beside the chair and slung it over her shoulder. "But you know the groom is not supposed to see the bride before the wedding."

"Ah, hell!" He was shouting now, the cords standing out in his neck. "You better not leave me like this." She was moving away from him and a cold chill settled in his gut. "God damn it! Susan...!"

"Don't worry." She picked up a blanket and tossed it over him. She really starting laughing when the thing settled over him and he winced. His dick was hard and standing ram rod straight. It looked like he had a fucking boy scout troop camping under there. "Ronan is going to come by in a couple of hours and let you go. You guys can eat the stuff from dinner. No sense in letting it go to waste so I'll just put it in the fridge for you."

"What?" He struggled to sit up but the plastic was wet from the sweat of his body and he kept sliding back down. He was really furious now and his anger really started boiling when she moved toward the door. "Don't you dare leave! Susan Walker you'd better get your ass back over here. If you know what's good for you, you won't walk out that door!"

"Oh, you are so sexy when you're mad!" Eyes sparkling with laughter, she blew him a kiss. "I love you, John!"

"SUSAN!" He bellowed.

But it was too late. She was already gone.

It was exactly one hour before Ronan finally showed up. John should know. He'd been angrily stewing and staring at the clock on the dresser since she'd left him tied up and naked.

He heard a snort of laughter and looked up. Ronan was standing in the doorway to their bedroom.

"Don't say a god damn word." John said through gritted teeth. "Just get me out of this fucking thing."

"I don't know." Ronan snickered. "You look so cute. Maybe I should call some of the women. I know that they'd love to get a good look at this."

John's eyes narrowed slightly and he felt his face getting red. "Let. Me. Up."

Ronan just looked at him and John suddenly had the feeling that the big man was actually going to leave him there. Then he slowly ambled toward him and knelt down and undid the restraints on his wrists. "When she gave me your code and asked me to check on you because you were tied up with something, I didn't think that she actually meant 'tied up'."

"Shut the hell up." Purposefully not looking at him, John reached down and undid the restraints around his ankles.

"No wonder you guys have been hiding out in here." Ronan stepped back, his eyes scanning around the room as John sat up and eased his legs off the chair. He looked at the big brass bed, the vinyl chair and then at his friend.

"Screw you." John threw back the blanket and scowled at his friend when the big man started to laugh. "What?" He asked suspiciously.

Ronan pointed at the silver ring nestled in the curly hairs at the base of John's cock. "I meant to ask you that night in the village...doesn't that thing get tight? You know when you're..."

Ronan moved his hips and John's face went red when he remembered that night by the pool. Susan had sworn that she'd heard someone but John had thought it was only the wind. Damn it! "What did you see?"

"Didn't see much...just a lot of leg." Ronan shook his head. "But damn did I hear a lot." He cocked his head slightly. "I don't think that you ever have to worry about your woman getting lost, Sheppard. That girl can really scream...she was so loud she damn near busted my ear drums."

"You should have minded your own fucking business." John shot him a look as he got up from the chair.

"Maybe. Since you were minding yours. But I thought you were in trouble when I heard all that yelling." Ronan's lips curled into a sly grin and his gaze wandered to the portrait hanging over the bed. "At least now I know why you're so damn tired all the time."

"Hope you enjoyed it." John's face was burning.

"Loved it." Ronan teased him. "Think she's got a sister? If I could find a woman that can wrap her legs around me like that-"

John growled. He started to wrap the blanket around his waist and then dropped it. The big man had already seen the ring so what use was there in hiding it? "Shut the fuck up about that and tell me where in the hell my woman went."

Ronan started to sit down on the chair but when it swayed under his weight he decided to perch on the end of the bed instead. "Don't know."

"What the hell do you mean you don't know?" John jerked open a drawer on the dresser and started digging for some clothes. "Did you check with Elizabeth or Teyla?"

"They're not here either. And neither is Lorne." Ronan shrugged, watching him as he pulled on a tee shirt and then turned to snatch his boxers and jeans up off the floor. "She didn't tell me where she was going but I saw all of them getting on a Jumper."

"What? Shit." He shook his head and started muttering to himself as he dressed. "They're probably headed for the village. I swear to God when I get my hands on that woman-" John reached for his boots but before he could lay a hand on them, Ronan snatched them out of his reach. "

"Sorry, buddy." He tossed the boots across the bed where they clattered against the floor on the other side. "I've got orders."

"What orders?" John's head snapped up. He was so angry. When he got his hands on Susan Walker...oh damn, but was he going to make her pay for this.

"You've got to stay." Ronan stood up and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Bachelor party remember?"

"Screw it." John pushed his hand away. "I've got-" Ronan stepped in his way when he headed toward the door. "Ronan, move."

"Nope," the big man shook his head and wrapped a arm around John's shoulders. "You can't leave. And since you can't leave..." Ronan steered him toward the bedroom door and pushed him out into the hallway. "We brought the party to you."

Carson, and what a surprise...Rodney, were on the balcony drinking beer and already looking a little tipsy. At least Carson did anyway. Rodney just looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. His cheek was bruised and his nose was still a little swollen. When he looked up and saw Sheppard, he quickly looked away.

John gave Ronan a look. "How long have they been here?"

"Long enough." Ronan shoved him out onto the balcony and handed him a beer from the bucket of ice sitting on the wrought iron table.

"Aye..." Carson grinned and leaned back against the railing as they stepped outside. "And I know that she's the reason you got all this." He waved his hand around. "My quarters aren't even half this size and you've got a balcony."

John smiled slightly. "Its good to have connections."

Rodney made a sound and started to say something only to stop when John gave him a cold look.

John crossed his arms over his chest. He took a step and suddenly Ronan was blocking his path.

"Sheppard."

"John..."

Ronan gave him a warning growl and Carson took a step toward him.

John shook his head. "Guys, give me a minute. I want to talk to Rodney in private."

Ronan shook his head and gave Sheppard a level look. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Son..." Carson looked at Rodney and then back at Sheppard. "I don't think that this is a good idea."

John's eyes turned dark. "Then you shouldn't have brought him along, Doc."

"I was hoping that the two of you could patch things up. At least for tonight." Carson said quietly.

"I don't know if we can." He frowned. "Can we, Rodney?"

"Isn't that up to you?" Rodney replied evenly.

John took another step toward him. "We've let this go on long enough, McKay. I think its time we got it straightened out right now. Tonight." He glanced at Ronan and Carson then nodded toward the door. "Private time, guys."

"C'mon, Doc." Sensing the tension, Ronan pulled Carson toward the door. He stopped and looked back before he followed Carson inside. "Remember...both of you...don't do anything stupid."

John waited until they had gone back inside before he turned and looked at the man next to him. "I'll tell you what, Rodney. We'll make a deal." He sighed and leaned against the rail, looking out at the ocean. "You apologize to her tomorrow in front of everyone and we'll call it even."

"Your girlfriend is the one that should apologize to me." Rodney tried not to sound angry. He touched the bruise on his cheek. "She hit me, remember?"

"From what I saw, you were the one that provoked her." John tapped a finger against the rail and his expression darkened. "And I think its a really good thing that she hasn't said one word to me about what you did say."

"Why?" Rodney snorted.

"Because its the one real thing that's keeping me from throwing your god damn ass off this fucking balcony." John replied quietly.

Rodney straightened his shoulders and took a step back. "You'd really do it, wouldn't you?"

John smiled slightly. "Are you sure that you want to find out?"

Rodney just stared at him. He knew from the look in Sheppard's eyes that he would have no hesitation in carrying out his threat. Rodney shook his head and grimaced. "It's that easy for you, huh? All these years...you'd just throw our friendship away because of that..." John shot him an angry look and he bit back the word he was going to say. "Because of her."

"Still acting like a jealous school boy, huh?" John growled. He shook his head and pushed back from the rail and stared down at him. "I'm only going to say this one more time, McKay so I'd advise you to listen and listen good. Tomorrow, Susan Walker is going to be my wife. Get it through your mind. Write it down. Put it to memory. Or better yet, let me smack it into your god damn forehead so that you can remember it."

John stopped and took a breath to try and calm the anger rushing through him. "I do not want you to taunt, harp, criticize, aggravate or argue with her anymore. She's about as damn stubborn as you are and she will not tell me if you do but believe me, Rodney. I. Will. Know. So drop your fucking jealousy and make friends with her or you will answer to me." He dropped a hand on Rodney's shoulder. "Like you said, we've been friends too long. So don't be the one to let this come between us. Because if you do...and I've told you this before...you will not win."

"I'll try."

"No." John shook his head and made a cutting gesture with his hand. "There won't be any trying. You'll do it or that's it for our friendship."

"She's that important to you?"

"Yes." John told him. He really did hate stomping on Rodney's pride but he felt it was the only way that he was going to get the man to listen to him.

Rodney opened his mouth but the truth of what John had just said hit him and he bit back his angry retort. He took a swallow of his beer, running it over in his mind if he really wanted to stay friends with Sheppard. It didn't take him long to realize that he did. After a few minutes, Rodney nodded. "I'll apologize."

"Good man." John gave him a hard slap on the shoulder. "I knew that you'd see it my way."

"Did I really have a choice?" Rodney muttered.

John smiled darkly and gave him a shove toward the sliding door and their waiting dinner and friends.

"No. You didn't."